I
Was There
I
beat Him with everything that I had. I whipped Him. I cursed Him as
He bled. I mocked Him. I spat on him. I laughed at His torment. I
reveled in His pain.
You
see, I was there two thousand years ago when they
crucified Jesus of Nazareth, and you also
were there in Jerusalem.
As difficult as it is to imagine,
it was for our
sins that Jesus was
crucified. He was crucified for the sins of all men; past, present,
and future. King David, Elijah, Mother Theresa,
Martin Luther, you, me; we were all there. Our sins put Him on that
Cross and on that Cross my sins were washed away by His Blood. Everyone who has repented and turned to follow Jesus has
left their sins on that bloody old
rugged cross. Jesus made the final sacrifice that day
that was so powerful, so pure, that nothing more
needs now be done. He makes
all things new. He made clean what was unclean. He made a way to the
Father for the prostitute and the Leper, the adulterer and the thief.
He made a way for us all.
I
will never be ashamed of Jesus because he was not
ashamed of me. I will not look around a
restaurant to see who is looking and then pray so quietly my children
can't hear me. I will keep my Bible near me
always. I will keep His Word
on my heart and my lips always. I will pray at
school. I will not tolerate things that my Father says are evil.
Jesus
died on the Cross and then rose
from the grave, and because He lives, I can face tomorrow with hope
in Him. I know He has conquered the grave, satan, and holds the keys
to hell. He is King of kings, the Lord
of Lords and every
knee will bow to Him. But the greatest of them all is to know that He
is mine!
